Immediately, I ran inside and told my Asian SF buddy, we are making quesadillas. Of course, everyone wanted to copy this idea. It was about to downpour and people were on limited options. Budget friendly tourists do not want to spend $15 on a pizza and prefer $1 cheese and .20 tortillas
With my cheese obsession, I noticed that there was a man selling cheese and tortillas on our street. All this time, I did not hear him when he shouted, "Tortillas, queso- Tortillas queso." He drove around on a motorbike with a cooler on the bike with different kind of cheese and tortillas. Running down the stairs like I was running towards the ice cream, I looked at the cheese and their it was my "Blanco queso" in a soft block. This was so great that I gave him an extra tip and he looked at me suspiciously and gave it back to me.
"Para ti," Pris. "Muchas gracias amiga." Cheese seller
Now, things had changed with the hostel and it was not only girls. We had two students from Costa Rica, a super cool 28 year old traveler from Germany, and a crazy Colombian who was never there. The Costa Rican guys wanted to cook theirs the "Costa Rican" way and I said, "I'm on board with you guys." I decided to just watch and talk with them. They were fresh babies to the world doing their first internship. They made me feel old, but they were super nice.
As gentlemen they made me the first one and it was delicious as I sat devouring my favorite cheese and the hot sauce. It seemed like everyone wanted a quesadilla so the Costa Rican went missing because he didn't want to cook anymore. If you want one cook your own and as for my Asian friend-she missed the boat because she was off flirting with her German(I'm not that mean to my friends, I made her one and also made her a nice salad). It was suppose to be a nice night between us, but boys always get in the way-blah.
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